Colors of the wind

He leaned into Hikaru’s arm and sighed softly. Of course Hika had felt his restlessness, but he didn’t answer for a moment. “Halo visited” he said softly, thinking of the small Armada healer. “And it made me realise. Not one other wolf, family or friend, has come to see how we are settling in. Even coming here, that was dad’s decision, not my own. Have I ever really made a decision wholly for myself? Made so few connections that matter?” He pressed a paw against Hika. Silent recognition that present company excluded, of course.

But Mort had spent his whole life in the Armada. He had worked hard to create friendships around him. Somewhere along the way, everything had disintegrated. Was it when Hana had pushed him away? Could he place the change around that pivotal moment? It had broken something inside of him, he knew that much. “I just wonder where I went wrong.” He said softly.

"Mortis""Hika"